"You make it sound so serious, how come you look like you're not worried at all?" Lin Jiaxuan said unhappily.
Mainly because after Xiao Feng finished talking, everyone's expression turned heavy one by one, but he was the only one acting like nothing was wrong.
Bluntly put, this was like letting out a fart: everyone who smelled it had an ugly look on their face, but the one who farted was acting like it had nothing to do with him.
How are the people who "change color at the smell of a fart" supposed to feel?
Xiao Feng shrugged. "Of course I'm not worried, because the way my money comes in is different. For companies like these, once you cut off the cash flow they're dead, but between them and me, there's an essential difference.
Relax. Even if the romance business can't go on, I can still feed this whole family. Everyone's food, clothes, housing, everything is on me—except the ones with the surname Lin."
